Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Pole,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.